Mess Hall
Who: Charlene, Spock, anyone who wants to join in the fun
Where: The Mess Hall
When: Evening, after their shifts
Warnings: Charlene in a skirt, the eating of food, the probable appearance of handcuffs
Charlene wondered if anyone else noticed the extra bounce in her step that followed her around all day. Or that she was actually smiling at her co-workers all though her shift. Being pleasant to be around. All of the little comments and looks went right over her head. Because she had a date tonight. And honest to goodness date and it was going to be wonderful.
After her shift, Charlene almost ran back to her quarters to shower and spent an extremely girly amount of time deciding what to wear. Sometimes she wished she had a friend to help her out with this kind of thing, but shrugged it off. Things were as they were. If Bobby was still talking to her, she would have tried to get in touch with him, so he could veto whatever she was holding up to the screen. He was always a lot better at fashion than she was. But she couldn’t and didn’t want to dwell on that. She eventually decided to wear a skirt, which wasn’t like her, but she liked to mix it up. A nice, more respectable than sexy black skirt, if you ignored the almost too severe slit up one side. And brownish floral print blouse her mother had bought for her, saying it brought out her eyes nicely. Charlene wasn’t so sure about that, but it did show off her breasts a little, and really, that was kind of the point. But there was no way she was wearing high heels and she may have ruined the look with some plain sandals. This wasn’t her thing at all. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection and let it go.
She took a deep breath and sent a message to Spock, letting him know she was off shift and to meet her in the mess when he could. Charlene checked the mirror one last time, grimaced at herself for being so crazy and started to leave. Something made her pause at the last second. A smirk grew across her face as she ran to grab something from her bedside drawer. She shoved it in one of the few purses she had lying at the bottom of her closet. Feeling a bit more confidant, Charlene made her way to the mess and grabbed a table.
Where: The Mess Hall
When: Evening, after their shifts
Warnings: Charlene in a skirt, the eating of food, the probable appearance of handcuffs
Charlene wondered if anyone else noticed the extra bounce in her step that followed her around all day. Or that she was actually smiling at her co-workers all though her shift. Being pleasant to be around. All of the little comments and looks went right over her head. Because she had a date tonight. And honest to goodness date and it was going to be wonderful.
After her shift, Charlene almost ran back to her quarters to shower and spent an extremely girly amount of time deciding what to wear. Sometimes she wished she had a friend to help her out with this kind of thing, but shrugged it off. Things were as they were. If Bobby was still talking to her, she would have tried to get in touch with him, so he could veto whatever she was holding up to the screen. He was always a lot better at fashion than she was. But she couldn’t and didn’t want to dwell on that. She eventually decided to wear a skirt, which wasn’t like her, but she liked to mix it up. A nice, more respectable than sexy black skirt, if you ignored the almost too severe slit up one side. And brownish floral print blouse her mother had bought for her, saying it brought out her eyes nicely. Charlene wasn’t so sure about that, but it did show off her breasts a little, and really, that was kind of the point. But there was no way she was wearing high heels and she may have ruined the look with some plain sandals. This wasn’t her thing at all. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection and let it go.
She took a deep breath and sent a message to Spock, letting him know she was off shift and to meet her in the mess when he could. Charlene checked the mirror one last time, grimaced at herself for being so crazy and started to leave. Something made her pause at the last second. A smirk grew across her face as she ran to grab something from her bedside drawer. She shoved it in one of the few purses she had lying at the bottom of her closet. Feeling a bit more confidant, Charlene made her way to the mess and grabbed a table.